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(Verse One)Reflections of my own life flash like a firePowder burns the memories life seems a bad dreamFall for centuries physical and the mentalWhen I crashed through workI was cursed but still IQuit my curse found my hustleStack paper made it world wideFeeling the dream, dont be a hater sonThink you the greater oneGotta put you on the fader sonCut your ass up see you laterGotta drop till your praying niggaYou ain't a player hust a frail niggaI'm the slayer in your nightmaresUnstoppableWhen you see me on the streetCall a audibleI got you covered, face itAnd you can't dodge this bullet babyThis ain't the matrixGot to put you in your placementHide your body in the basementYour boys wonder where your face went

(Chorus 2X)Homey we keet those on usSmoke like mufflersTo calm down/I sellBut still explodeThose things so fast/they know not to gas they selfThey can't fuck with us, we laugh last

(Verse Two)Backbreakers of the gameMany many musicalLegendary criminal destined to be professionalI rain supremeEver since my days you rock vest just to push your rangeNo doubt about itWe grew up in the cloudRead up in your magazine just to see what were aboutPeep into the case, see me, askWhy that black ass nigga flow over the pianoDroppin it goodFor that hoody in the front rowThats my good pro down for the juggaloThree guns busted for the battle manShoot the whole scene make the motherfucker rattleDuece, double o, slowChurch folk say we ain't got too many moreEither man rush I'm gonna hit em with the head rushSo be careful on what you trusting

(Chorus 2X)Homey we keet those on usSmoke like mufflersTo calm down/I sellBut still explodeThose things so fast/they know not to gas they selfThey can't fuck with us, we laugh last

(Verse Three)YoI was walking on the blockHeard a couple shotsCaught one in the legAnd I know who did itThey gonna get itWrap up my legBounced upstairs and got strapped upI love that drama shitI'm all gassed upI lit that kush up and got doughed upAnd thought about all the foul shit I didI can't help it, I was this way since a kidThen I slide out the cribHunt down my prayThe look in my eyes like I sniffed some yayRan up on homesAnd blast awayHe passed away twin got the last laugh todayAnybody front I keep that on meYou had to die homey thats part of the gameI got guns put niggaz don't know how to aimI'm in the shooting range mastering the art

(Chorus 2X)Homey we keet those on usSmoke like mufflersTo calm down/I sellBut still explodeThose things so fast/they know not to gas they selfThey can't fuck with us, we laugh last